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I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

Who: Sandoval and YOU!
What: Sandoval is exploring the castle and trying to find who owns the place.
When: Right after he finishes his journal post.
Where: All around the castle; just write in the subject where you'd like to meet him!
Rating: I'm going to go with PG13 here because Sandoval is pretty awful. If your character is not comfortable with sexual material, please post HERE for my reference. Thanks!

Sandoval wasn't sure about this place, not one bit.

For one thing, he'd hardly run into anything that looked vaguely familiar, apart from a few decorations in the hallway - he'd found something that look remotely like a kitchen, but he'd found nothing but metal boxes - one of which that, when opened up, seemed to emit light and was very, very cold on the inside. He hadn't enjoyed that one bit, or the next room over, where large metal boxes also seemed to be whirring loudly, and making wet fabrics fly around on the inside. So, he'd quickly moved on from those rooms to wandering the halls and stairwells, peeking occasionally into rooms to see their contents, and looking very, very lost.

Oh, what he wouldn't give for a guard to come by! But that was too much to ask for, it seemed, since this place was rather large on the inside. He just hoped he'd come across someone soon.

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Just a little off? Oh, you have no idea, Brock. "Ah, I see, well. It's nice to meet you still! I take it you're also of those 'displaced persons' Mister Washington spoke of...?"

Sandoval suddenly tapped his chin, thinking. "Well, I suppose they added the Agent part, not me. I'm not even sure what an Agent is! But I didn't just want to just call them Agent... it sounds so... boring!" It was then that he nodded at the mention of the journal. "I take it you mean the black book I was writing in? I'm told everyone has one."

"Yeah. We kind of all are, except most of the folks who live in town," he said.

Brock kind of ignored the part about giving agents extra names. Maybe if he ignored it, this guy would stop. Seems like a solid plan. "Right. It's kind of like a walkie-talkie," he started to say, then realized that maybe this guy wouldn't know what a walkie-talkie even was, if his experience with elves taught him anything. "Well, it's a communication device, anyway. You can talk to people through it, write notes ... whatever."

"Oh, there's a town nearby?" He perked up a bit at this information, as if this was the first he'd ever heard of it. And that was because, well, it was the first he'd ever heard of anything outside the castle. "Have you been there? What is it like?"

Sandoval nodded along a bit as Brock spoke, listening intently to everything he had to say on the subject of the journals. "Yes, I did write in it to a few people, and accidentally 'dicated' at others. Though I'm not sure what dictators have to do with the journals, but, that's what I was told I did. They must have some very strong enchantments on them, if they all work this way! These journals do seem handy at times, if a little... dodgy. And I'm told there are 'filters' too, that can let you talk to certain people and not others?"

"Yeah, City Royale," he said, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the castle's front doors. You know, over there somewhere. "It's south of the castle. Just follow the road. It's pretty big, and there's a lot of stuff to do. Uh, the townspeople don't really like us, though. The people who live in the castle, I mean."

He squinted at this elf when he started talking about dictators, and then realized he didn't get his name. "Right, they're magic. So, filters and everything, yeah -- what did you say your name was?"

"City Royale..." He nodded, to keep that in mind. "I really must visit there some time, see what it's like!"

Thankfully, Sandoval was quite eager to continue onto another topic this time, once his curiosity had been satisfied. Brock had him in the right frame of mind to start following along with questions now, rather than derail the conversation at any opportune moment. "Oh, yes, how terribly rude of me! Hardly fitting of an ambassador, is it? My name is Sandoval. Just Sandoval! Ambassador, as I mentioned, to the nation of Xoan, but that's not terribly important."

"Xoan," he repeated with another squint, though one of curiosity this time instead of confusion. That didn't sound like anyplace the Windrunner sisters had ever mentioned, so he probably wasn't an elf from their world. Which made sense; his eyebrows weren't totally out of control, either.

"Well, I guess being an ambassador, you're pretty used to learning about foreign customs and stuff. A lot of people here are from different worlds, so there's a pretty huge range of cultures."

"Yes, Xoan! Magnificent gem of a nation, you really should visit sometime. I'll make sure you get the royal treatment!" Not that it was ever going to be possible, but, Sandoval was always interested in making new allies, both for himself and Xoan.

"Oh, yes, yes, foreign customs can be interesting, and fun at times! I suppose that also means there's a great deal of interesting people to meet in this castle, as well? I have talked to quite a few people already, and they were all very fascinating! You as well, of course, don't think I'd leave you out, Brock."

Brock laughed a little. Fascinating! He's not all that fascinating. "I'm just doing laundry," he saids with a slight smirk, not sure if he should be amused or wary. This guy seemed really enthusiastic about nothing. Maybe he's high, that's a possibility ...

"Sometimes the castle changes its setting, anyway. So it's possible we'll go there someday, to Xoan."

Anyone else was fascinating to Sandoval; he loved meeting new people. "And that's quite impressive! I've never had to launder anything in my life, you know. We've always had servants to do that."

Sandoval's eyes lit up a little. "Oh, that would be marvelous! I could show everyone the sights, throw a party - and let's not forget our fabulous cuisine!"

"Well, we have, like ... servant ghosts here. Who do that kind of stuff for you. Laundry and cooking or whatever, so."

It's not that unusual for people here to be used to having servants, so he doesn't even really blink about it. Of course, Brock preferred doing all the work himself. It made things less weird that way.

"If you want, I can show you how to do laundry," he added, nodding his head toward the laundry room. "Since I'm going there anyway. What's Xoan's food like?"

"Servant ghosts? How convenient! And where would I find these servant ghosts?"

It wasn't that Sandoval was used to having servants - more like assistants. He was only an ambassador, after all. Still, they would be useful for him, given that he didn't really have to do any of the things that most servants or assistants would do.

But at the mention of learning how to do laundry, he did seem intrigued. And he was rather curious about the machines, and how to use them. "Would you? I'd like to watch! Learning new things, and all that!" He didn't quite enter the laundry room yet, though, because Brock knew what he was doing, and Sandoval didn't.

"Oh, Xoan's food is lovely," He smiled, standing a bit taller when he flattered his home country. "We're very well known for our sweets and baked goods!"

"They just kind of float around," he said, jerking his head a little to the side in lieu of making vague 'around' gestures with his hands. Because they were full of laundry! "If you need something delivered or done for you, they usually just show up ... anyway, yeah, I'll show you. Follow me."

As Brock headed over to the laundry room, expecting Sandoval to follow, he nodded at the description of Xoan's foods. "Pretty much all Nebraska's good for is corn. Uh, that's where I'm from. Nebraska."

He did look around when Brock mentioned them, though he didn't see any at the moment. Which was just as well, he had perfectly fine company right now. "Even more convenient! I'll have to see about making friends, then."

He followed Brock, of course, though he did seem remarkably interested in all the little spinning machines instead of what Brock was doing. Though, he did seem to be listening, because he did respond. "Nebraska? Ooh, sounds exotic! Nebraska..."

Sandoval then proceeded to nudge one of the unused machines with his foot. "Is this one dead? What are these called, anyway?"

Nebraska. Exotic. Right.

Brock just rolled his eyes a little but didn't comment about that. Let this guy think he was from totally awesome faraway land instead of in the middle of the depressing Midwest, that was fine. He wasn't about to complain.

"Uh," he said, looking over as he started loading another machine. "It's just a washing machine. Pretty self explanatory."

Well, it was certainly exotic for Sandoval!

"And how does one... do this... 'washing machine'?" Sandoval asked, as he carefully went over and examined just what it was Brock was doing. So, he opened the little round door, and put the clothes in there... but that left a few other questions unanswered. "So when do you put the water in? I remember, they were bouncing around in some water."

Brock poured in some detergent, motioning toward the dials and buttons on the top of the machine.

"It's hooked up to a water supply," he said, which was putting it in the simplest terms he could muster. He closed the door and turned everything to the appropriate settings, then started the machine. Which, of course, started making those loud washing machine noises that washing machines did.

"So, that's the water ..."

As Brock pointed to each dial, Sandoval inspected them, curiously, with a bit of a furrowed brow. He'd never quite seen a contraption like this before.

"I see... so the water comes in... and then you push this little circle, and it uses that to clean your laundry?"

He seemed to understand at least the basics, though he was curious what each of the little dials did. "So this one... if you turn it, it changes the temperature of the water, correct? And this other one here, this 'cycle'... what does this do?"

"Pretty much," he said, nodding. Maybe fantasy/medieval/whatever people weren't so hopeless after all.

"Uh, the cycle is like ... how fast the clothes kind of move around inside the machine." He moved his hands in a vague shaking motion to (poorly) illustrate this. "So if you have something really delicate, you don't want it to move too fast or it'll tear it up."

"It seems so very simple! No sacrificing your first-born goat or anything like that? Is there any real catch or is the castle just this... well, nice?" The ambassador didn't seem to buy it, but then again, Brock had been here a lot longer than he had...

"I see, I see! Delicate fabrics need a gentle touch... so a slower cycle means more gentle... just like sex." Sandoval smiled, clapping his hands together a few times. "Perfect! I think I understand now. So what is it that made the bubbles from before? I clearly remember seeing lots of bubbles!"

Brock stared at him for a second, but didn't otherwise comment on the firstborn... goat? thing. He'd heard weirder things. At least the laundry machines didn't run on the heart of an orphan or anything.

"Uhhh, as far as laundry goes? Nah. It's just technology."

This was also the first time someone had equated delicate rinse cycle to sex, so that throws him off a bit. Cue some more staring. "What? Bubbles?"

"Oh, well that is just splendid! It's easy, then!" He crooned, gently patting the top of one of the machines with glee. "I do like easy."

He could tell he was being stared at, but Sandoval didn't seem to care. "Yes, bubbles! Do you just stick a bar of soap somewhere or is there a different procedure?" He lifted one of the lids of the empty ones to see if there was a bar of soap already in it.

"Oh ... no, it's the, uh ..."

He trails off, trying to think of some way to explain this where an elf would get it. He knows what soap is at least, so that's a step in the right direction.

"It's liquid soap. Just for clothes," he finally settled on, because that made the most sense.

"Liquid soap? Wouldn't that be too hot? Or do you dissolve the soap in some water first? Though I would think that would defeat the purpose of adding water already..."

He thought about it for a moment, before looking up on the shelves to see if he could find some of this fabled "liquid soap".

"May I see some of this soap?"

"It's not molten, it's, uh ... here."

Brock picked up a container of detergent (Tide brand, just like everything in the room because the castle is weird) and held it out. "It already comes in liquid form. So you just pour some in the machine."

Sandoval curiously stared at this "Tide"... and then carefully reached out for the jug and held it in his hands. Swishing it around he felt the liquid inside - and then, after figuring out how to twist the cap open, he looked inside. "I see! So you put this and the water in... and it does its magic... and then you hang everything up to dry when it's done?"

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

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So sorry this was late, December's kinda been hell over here

no problem! i completely understand c:

I am so sorry for him...

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